Seventeen-year-old cloud clusters are butterflies staying on branches in late spring.
She taught her to identify the roses on the staff, and she planted apricot blossoms in her piano box. Two souls crumpled by fate made a promise in April: "When the parasol trees have fallen and their branches have flourished, we will flee to a country without dusk."
But on the eve of dawn, her time was frozen and no longer alive.
Many years later, it snowed in Vienna, and she was performing a newly composed piece of music in the Golden Hall in the late spring. When the warm sun shone, she saw a seventeen-year-old cloud standing in the place where fallen flowers were flying, with the hem of her skirt blooming with a sonnet that she had not finished writing in time.
"It turns out that we are all poets exiled by the seasons,
One sets himself on fire in winter,
One is eternal in late spring. "
Intention: May the light still shine in the darkness
